Billionaires Meet Millionaire (A Steamy Romance) (3 page)

Quickly
and quietly she made her way to the desk next to Niall, not paying
any attention to the other students in the class. "Today we are
going to discus Greece and its independence. Please open your books
at page 283." She heard the teacher say.

"Well," she thought "at least my first lesson is going to
be
cool.
” She thought, trying to get in the mind of a punk
teenager.

Niall
looked over at Olta as Mr. Took began his story about
Geece. He frowned as he noticed that she was completely inattentive
to story being told. Instead she seemed very preoccupied with
doodling. He had imagined her to be the studious kind, hell
everybody was studious in their first hour in a new school. At
least the first five minutes. Then he noticed she was mouthing the
teacher's words as if he was singing a song she had heard a million
times over. Of course, he suddenly realized, she was Albanian;
Greece took a part of Albania. Hell, she probably was part of their
anthem or something.

“Class,
who can tell me first step of independence for the Greeks?” The
teacher asked.

One
third of the class was silent, one third kept biting their pencil,
one third kept sliding down their seats… Only Olta kept her hand
up.

A smile was
born on the teacher’s face.

“Yes!
Miss. Mehmeti!”

“Well… It started in 1814 with the
shoqeria e miqeve.”
She said. She
wanted to delete the last three words that she said in
Albanian.

“Excuse
me?” The teacher asked. He knew what she said.

“The
group of friends?
She said nervously with her tongue in between her
teeth.

The teacher
smiled at her for a moment.

“Continue
Olta.” He said with joy.

Niall
looked at her time-table again. Latin, who in their right
mind would take Latin, he didn't even know they gave the class in
school. He glanced at her once more. He pictured her face as she
had looked up to him by the locker. He had felt himself feeling
drawn to her eyes. They reminded him of the Mediterranean, not
quite bleu and not quite green and very alluring.

"I like
her." He caught himself thinking. He shook his head slightly as if
to rid himself of the thought. "A bit early in the day for that,
isn't it. Hell, you've only known the girl for five minutes and you
like her." Niall corrected himself. "Not like her, just like her as
in she seems to be a nice girl, who happens to look good with
beautiful eyes." He told himself. She seemed different from the
usual girls, like the wonderful Altea.

A kick
against his chair that shoved him into his table shook Niall out
his reverie. He let out a small hiss of pain as the table connected
with the bruises on his body. The painkillers had numbed the pain,
but this they couldn't block out. Niall recouped himself and leant
back leisurely.

"What do you
want?" He asked his brother behind him coldly.

"So,
this new chick is kinda hot, think you can introduce me later?" His
brother's voice was the typical combination of malevolence and
glee. Niall felt his stomach churn. He hadn't wanted his brother to
notice her.

"I think you
can do that perfectly on your own." He replied with the same
coldness.

"Mr.
DanielFoy and Mr. NiallFoy, please refrain from talking while other
people, most importantly me, are speaking." Mr. broke of his
monologue and expectantly looked from the one to the other. Niall
pushed himself forward and gave Mr. a slight nod.

Mr.
picked up where he had left of and Niall glanced at Olta. She had
turned to face him, mildly surprised and then she looked behind
him. Niall watched as he saw her expression change
instantly.

The mild
surprise vanished and for a split second he feared she would break
out in a stupid grin. Girls usually did when they were around his
brother,or him for that matter. Instead her face seemed to darken
and he couldn't place the look she was giving his brother. But it
was definitely not swooning and admiring.

Olta
swiftly turned back to face the teacher. She had lost all
interest in her doodling, instead she started to stare into
nothingness. Niall couldn't help but be pleased to notice her
discomfort, knowing exactly how she felt. Turning back to his
textbook he tried to tap into his teacher's endless stream of
words. Some minutes later he still hadn't succeeded at
it.

But Olta
apparently had, for he heard Mr. say in a bored tone: "Yes, Miss
Mehmeti, you have a question?"

C
hapter Four

Olta
couldn't believe herself. She was actually consciously
drawing the attention of the entire class to herself. She felt her
face redden, but what this man was saying, well it simply had to be
questioned.

“A hot geek.
You don't see that, that often.” Daniel thought for a moment.

"Ehm,
yes sir," she started hesitantly. "Isn't it so that George Bajron
more a symbol of the non-resistance and even rampant collaboration
of the Osman population, rather than of an illusory heroic image of
resistance?"

Mr.
looked at her with great surprise. Olta noticed a soft murmur going
through the class room. She tried to ignore it and kept her gaze at
her teacher, who was clearly contemplating her words. The murmur
grew stronger.

After what
seemed a minutes he finally said.

"And how do
you figure that?" Christ, had it taken him all that time to come up
with just that.

Olta
cleared her throat and replied.

"
Miss Mehmeti, you should be teaching the class." He said
rummaging through some papers and having found what he was looking
for he continued. Olta bit her lip with fear. Everybody was
watching her, she that she was a goddamn bitch.

“What do
they teach you in Albania?” Mr. asked with pleasure. Olta hadn't
spoken to anyway about her home.

“Everything… We start biology
, history in grade 3, physics in grade six
as well as geography and in grade 8 we start chemistry.” Olta said
in a breath. She remembered all the good times she had.

"I
actually had you pinned for a British girl. You're English is
actually very good." Again Olta nodded, this time grinning
inwardly. It didn't have anything to do with her question, but
praise was always welcome.

"I also
see that you have yet to make up for having missed the first two
months here. So I propose you write an essay on the matter and I'll
make it count. Good now let us proceed to the battle of
Kapodistra."

"Ok,"
Olta mumbled completely taken aback.

He actually
was not going to go into this? She understood that in the greater
scheme of things the matter was quite futile, but he could at least
give some kind of feedback.

"Whatever." she muttered to herself, glancing over at Niall
for some kind of confirmation. He however seemed to be engrossed by
something on the wall behind the teacher. Returning to her doodling
she thought of the fact that there were two Foy's in the classroom.
As she had glanced over to the guy behind Niall, Daniel if she
remembered correctly, she had indeed seen some resemblance. Twins
perhaps or cousins. Daniel had smiled at her broadly when he
noticed her looking at him, but Olta thought it anything but
pleasurable or appealing.

There was a
glint in his dark eyes which she couldn't place exactly but it had
made her very uncomfortable. The mere thought of it shot an icy
shiver down her spine. The rest of the lesson she spent doodling in
her notebook. She had wanted to keep it clean and tidy, but as she
looked down at it as the bell rang, it was a mess of incoherent pen
stripes. She really couldn't draw to save her life.

Standing
up she looked over at Niall's seat, only to find it empty. Looking
around she didn't notice him among the other students.

"Figures." She thought to herself bitterly as she was
overwhelmed by a feeling of being utterly lost. She headed out and
stopped in the hallway. She fished her timetable out of her
notebook. She started cursing Niall under her breath for ditching
her.

"You
lost?" She heard someone say behind her. She turned around and saw
Daniel leaning against the wall, with two other guys next to him.
He had same smile on his face and the same glint in his eyes.
Feeling very uncomfortable she shifted her gaze from Daniel back to
her timetable. Before she could respond she felt someone grabbing
her arm lightly and pulling her along.

"Come
on, you're going to be late." She heard Niall say. She immediately
fell in line with him, greatly relieved to leave Daniel's presence
and find Niall beside her.

"I had
to talk to some people." He said and Olta figured it was his
explanation for leaving her alone.

"Bro, at
least introduce me to her." She heard Daniel calling after him.
Looking up at Niall she saw a look of great discomfort and
displeasure. He responded to the call by putting his right hand up
in the air for just a second.

"So,
your brother then?" Olta asked while again making their way through
the maze of the school's hallways. She needed to get a map of this
place.

"Kinda.
By the way, nice going with in there." Niall said not looking at
her, but with smile on his lips.

" doesn't like
taking questions, especially one's that question his teaching.
Tends to give out essays instead of answers."

"Ah,
well that explains a lot then." Olta said, thinking of the
murmuring in class, Mr. 's reaction and the fact that Niall actions
and evasive answer probably meant the brothers didn't get along too
well.

“By the
way, keep talking with . In his classes you'll never remember the
beginning and you'll die at the end.” Niall told her.

As they
walked Niall was greeted by virtually everybody on the way. Olta
noticed she was getting glared at by all of the greeting girls,
quite like with that Altea girl earlier.

"Mr.
Popular." Olta heard herself mumble and she hoped Niall hadn't
heard it. Unfortunately, she heard him speak.

"Excuse
me?" Looking up at him shyly and meeting his gaze, Olta repeated
herself:

"Mr.
Popular."

"You
seem to be a popular guy around here, the ways clear as the Red See
and hoe everybody seems to be or at least want to be your friend."
She added. Niall kept her gaze a little longer, his face
serious.

"Yeah, I
think you could call me that, sort of." And he turned to look
forward. Olta noticed his tone had lost his amusement. Some sort of
silent defeat seemed to ring through.

"So how
does the system work around here anyways. I mean all I know about
this kind of thing is from what I've seen on television and that
didn't look all too promising." Niall let out a small chuckle and
the amusement had returned to his voice as he answered.

"That
will have to wait 'till after French, Tirana." And with that he
turned into another class room. Olta felt herself blushing once
again. She really liked the nickname.

“How do you
know the capital of Albania?” She asked.

“Anything for
a hot girl like you.” He though to himself

Niall
was still chuckling as he took Olta over to introduce her
to their French teacher, who was writing things on the blackboard
as the class was filling up. He liked Ms. Aliton a lot. Well every
guy liked Aliton a lot. She was one of the few teachers under
thirty and was exceptionally fair, both in teaching and appearance,
so what was there not to like. As Ms. Aliton turned around she
smiled warmly at Niall and Olta.

"Ah yes,
you're the new girl, OltaMehmeti, right?" Olta smiled and nodded.
"Says here you're from Albania. I've been over there a couple
times, you see." Ms. Aliton asked with genuine interest.

Feeling
no longer needed, Niall sauntered off to his usual table. He felt a
familiar hand on his shoulder. Turning around he saw Peter grinning
at him.

"Peter,
my man. Missed you in history. Monday morning getting to
you?"

"Well.."
Peter said, scratching the back of neck and still
grinning.

" Not
quite, I spent the night at Alice's." Niall started grinning too as
he slapped Peter on his arm. They took seats behind their tables
and Niall wanted to ask more but Peter started.